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" But deliver us from Evil?
A hand Almighty to defend,
An ear for every call, An honour'd life, a peaceful end,
And Heaven to crown it all!
Henry Francis Lyte. i |
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CCXXXVIII.
Oh help us, Lord ! each hour of need,
Thy heavenly succour give ; Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live !
Oh, help us when our spirits bleed
With contrite anguish sore ; And when our hearts are cold and dead,
Oh, help us, Lord, the more !
Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe ; For still, the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
If strangers to Thy fold we call,
Imploring at Thy feet The crumbs that from Thy table fall,
'Tis all we dare entreat.
But be it, Lord of mercy, all, So Thou wilt grant but this :
The crumbs that from Thy table fall Are light, and life, and bliss. |
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